Caged (Jimin BTS)

XXXV = Tears

The rough tumbling woke me up with a jolt, and I attempted at rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Emphasis on 'attempted'.

"Joon?" Blurry images of my brother blocked the light from damaging my eyes even further, and I took in a shaky breath. Well, these past days hadn't be a dream. It seemed to good to be true.

"Hey, sis." He reached back with one arm and stroked one finger down my sooty cheeks. "I like how you're rocking the hobo Cookie Monster look. Really suits your aesthetics."

"Shut up, you stale grape juice. You look no better yourself." I playfully swatted his hands away, and yelped when the truck suddenly swerved right. My head hit someone's arm, and I looked up to see Jungkook grimacing.

My brain clicked on afterwards.

Jungkook is looming over me.

The spot I'm lying on was too warm to be ye ol' backseat.

I'm sleeping on Jungkook.

He gripped me harder when the car made a sharp turn, this time taking a left. "I-It's okay, Jungkook. I can get up now."

I pushed myself off his lap, and his clutch tightened. "No, wait-" He clamped his mouth shut when I turn at him.

Jin's silent curse pulled our attention at him, and the distant sound of Omelas' antique locomotive echoed after him. "We need to chase after the train. Gas is full, we can do this."

Namjoon nodded at him and grinned back at me. "Maybe now is the good time to show you that."

"S-Show me what?" A hand clamped over my mouth as soon as Namjoon rolled the window down and jumped out of it. "No,  Naomi. Watch."

What the actual frisky noodle he is doing?! "Joon, what're you d-"

He braced a foot against the window opening of the car before climbing out of the car and easing himself comfortably (too comfortable for my poor heart) on the hood. Jin continue to drive as if Namjoon was a bean sprouts sized fly and wasn't a six-foot something coat hanger of a guy crouching on the hood of his car.

I'll kill him before he could do this next time.

What the hell. There won't be a next time.

My thrashing against Jungkook's hold loosen when I didn't see any indication of Namjoon face planting into the ground moving rapidly with our current speed.

He crouched low on the hood, before leaping and grabbed on the handle, ripping another scream from my throat. One that Jungkook successfully muffle with his large hand.

Fiddling with the door, Namjoon gave a thumbs up when it creaked open and he stumbled inside. Then poked his head out like a goddamn mole and gave us another kudos.

Taehyung clambered into the front seat and jumped after my brother. Jimin followed closely after, followed by a shrieking Hoseok. Jungkook deposited me on the leather couch and jumped after him, leaving Yoongi and Jin in the truck.

"Go on, kid. Jin and I have to drive the truck, I'm the guide after all. We'll meet outside Omelas." I gulped nervously, eyeing the train.

"D-Do I really have to jump?" From his seat, Jin flashed me a comforting smile. "I too don't agree of this lunatic plan, but it's the only way out of here. Sorry, Naomi." Jin apologizes.

"No, no. It's fine, it really is." My own reassurance taste foul on my tongue. I'm gonna develop a phobia of trains after this. Crawling into the front seat, I stuck a foot on the door and jumped out...

... Only to be caught by the guy on the train.

This is not Namjoon's large warm hands. Or Taehyung's long tapered fingers.

"Hello boys." My throat seized up when the faked calm oozes next to my ear. "What do you have here?"

"Let her go, Father." Jungkook demand. Maybe not a good time to be, considering the knife pressing down on my throat. Even the ever timid Jimin seems to be on the edge.

Junghan chuckled softly from behind me, arms snaking around my waist and pulling me flush against his chest. I had to bite down the urge to recoil from him. "Now, now. You really have no right to be demanding, son. What are you up to with this group of yours, hmm?"

"Mister Jeon..." Namjoon started, and a whimper escaped me when the knife dug into my skin. "Yes, Kim Namjoon? What seems to be the issue?"

"We're leaving Omelas. And we'll never report anything that we've seen and found in the town. The residents obviously need Omelas more than we need it. And I don't think ki-" He took a deep breath before adding. "And I don't think killing my sister will do both of us benefit."

Junghan seems to be weighing his words, humming to himself and Jimin and I shared a look. His fear resolved to one of steely resolve and I gulped.

I know that look.

"You do have a point. But on the case where getting rid if this girl here," he nod his head at me, "I beg to differ."

"Then beg." Taehyung shot back.

Jimin grab the lull to ram into the both of us, and I slipped from under Junghan's arm to safety. He screamed in rage and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me back to him. As the other stormed at him, I eyed the switchblade he threatened to end my life with.

I pick it up.

Flick it open with my wrist.

And slashed at my hair like severing a noose from the neck of an innocent.

With that last anchor on me gone, and so was the lunatic mayor. The silence was deafening, but welcomed all the same. Namjoon slammed the sliding door close and Jimin practically hauled me away from the door.

Someone lit up the lamp next to me, but I can't remember who. The knife was taken from my hand, and the cut on my neck was cleaned and bandaged.

All I feel is numb.

"Naomi..." Jimin whispered against my hair. He never gets my name right. He called me.

He called me by my name right.

It is finally when Jimin twined his fingers with mine that I finally break down and cried.

I cried for Jimin that is finally free from the curse that he never knew why he was under.

I cried for Father that was dragged down under by all Omelas' bullshit.

I cried for all that was lost in this fight.

I cried, just like a newborn baby, for a new tomorrow.

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Aaaannd... CUT! That's it. Thank you for your work, guys. Let's wrap it up and go home.

Naomi: Really? *wiping at her fake tears* Wow, my eyes stung like a bitch.

Jimin: Want me to kiss it better?

Naomi: Piss off, ghost.

*V, RM and JH making sizzling noises* *NM catching and slipping on a shade JK tossed at her*

Yoongi: Bitch,that's rude AF. *hugs JM* I love you bitch. * J strums a guitar once* I ain't gonna stop loving you, bitch.

*author looks at the camera like in The Office* *something snags at her pants* What the fu-